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10-12-2014, 08:11 PM
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Another day in Helovia, and another day that Bucephalus ranged away from the desert and out to the rest of the world. He couldn't help himself, this was an entirely new place, and every fiber in the stallion's being rang with the single command; explore. He didn't know if his constant vanishing act from Dragon's Throat would land him in trouble, but he could barely give a rat's ass about it. If they did not approve of his wandering, well, then he simply wasn't meant for the herd life. Hunger chomped at him, a particular need he had forgotten to take care of before he flew off that morning. A glance down at the ground revealed a lavender-tinged meadow, the plants rippling in the breeze. Inviting enough. He cocked a wing and began a lazy spiral down to the meadow, landing with hardly a sound save feathers fanning the air. Buce did not immediately fold his wings, however; too many times had he been attacked in what looked like a peaceful place. His nostrils flared, red flashing from the inside of his nose as he checked for any sign of danger, neck arched and tail raised. He was well aware that he was posing, but it was also an instinctive measure; anything that looked highly alert and tensed was bound to deter predators, and occasionally intimidate the rare enemy Pegasus. But when he smelled no others(save old trails that hadn't been refreshed in days to weeks), he dropped his guard some and folded his wings."Anti-climatic." He muttered to himself, shaking his windblown mane out before dropping his head to graze. @[Thor] Bucephalus
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